57 minutes remaining.
The Lord of Dreams was no longer using those insane words and pixel attacks on Su Ming'an, but had completely hidden in the depths of the dream, trying to drag things out until the very last moment.
Wisteria swayed, black water was silent. Su Ming'an advanced at high speed, trailing iridescent light, his eyes filled with endless, soundless emptiness.
There were still fifty-seven minutes left. If It kept hiding and wasn't usurped by Su Ming'an, the Black Water Dream would never fully belong to Su Ming'an. When the countdown ended, he would lose.
However, with everyone's assistance, the Lord of Dreams failed to completely expel Su Ming'an. As Su Ming'an's fusion degree deepened bit by bit, he had vaguely sensed the direction of the Lord of Dreams. As long as he went over, saw It, and used his fusion degree to usurp It… he would win.
He had to see It.
And the Lord of Dreams would spare no effort to make sure Su Ming'an could not see It.
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